A project by Rafael A.
nottersthedetachement@proton.me
Notters — The Detachement presents fucking tests and shit
In the night, a strange tower stands; its occupants to be served a banquet. Splinters of men and women from across time have awakened to wander its floors: a woman from China during World War II, a Frenchman of The Revolution, others of The Paraguayan War, The First Crusade... so, too, is Samantha Halley admitted inside, a young British woman from the 2020s. Though she is first met with notions of care and courtesy, she finds no assurance from her encounters within its walls, its winding passageways and inexplicable rooms, the ill figures by shadows coiling beyond fractured moonlight. Her determination to uncover the truth behind their admittance is soon struck restless as they each work desperately to abide with the tower, to leave, held to the foist of unknowns and the writhings of hope; coaxing another onwards; speaking hence upon its vast abyss; a thrift to comprehend with a thrift to endure. Every hand taken, each cry an echo — here will they come forth, and advance. Here will they confront the terrors inside....